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1. Vendémiare

What begins as your heart wanting

to be heard

out, finally, beyond all

capricious arrayals

proves the devil to redo:

you step into the street

and find

you’ve accomplished

a kind of bolero over and above

the specific blessings

of freedom (search, seizure,

silencing, etc.) that coagulate

into magnets for good

sense, boutique art.

The other year, you unlocked,

let’s say, some old alchemical emblem-

book, its tendons rubbed

raw by innumerable pressings, and you

couldn’t resist adding

a pinch of your own dirt,

smartening it up

for the next performance

of Vive L’Humanité.

And what is it you see

in the other focus

of your elliptical flight

back from the republic of afar?

A well-appointed loft

in the fourteenth arrondissement,

a wife swallowing a sabre,

and taciturn daughters

with gold nipple-piercings,

lavish Ukiyo-e tattoos.